M'lysa sighed. Once again, she was home alone with nothing to do, and no one to talk to. "This isn't fair!" She cried, hurling a pillow against the wall. "Parents these days have two track minds! Track one being work, and track two being social parties and events." M'lysa thought for a moment before adding, "Actually, they have three track minds if you count work parties…."
Frustrated, the tall red-head stood up. People always complimented her on her good looks, but lately she'd grown tired of all the compliments. "If having silver eyes, a pretty face, and good posture is so nice, why am I not invited to any parties? I'm not even invited to my parents parties!" M'lysa sighed. Complaining wasn't going to help. She'd just have to make her own friends, and organize her own parties. Unfortunately, this wasn't the easiest thing to do. Especially not in grade 8 where everyone was desperately clinging to their old groups of friends. M'lysa wasn't even classified! She wasn't popular, unpopular, a nerd, or a tomboy… She was just M'lysa.
Having thought about her life enough, M'lysa grew bored. "Hmm…" She muttered. "Lighting fires is always fun! I wonder if alchohol is as flammable as people say it is…" M'lysa giggled, thinking of her mother's reaction if she knew what M'lysa was thinking at the moment.
Looking absentmindedly at her watch, M'lysa realized that it was well past midnight, and she still hadn't done her homework. "Oh well." She muttered sleepily, "I'll just do it at lunch, like I normally do…"
Wandering upstairs, M'lysa wondered when the last time her parents had properly said goodnight to her was. "Life just isn't the same anymore." She whispered to herself as she fell asleep.